The Poetry Project

knot, looking back

Daniel Lupo

eyes all over my face and then some
cut into clouds while opening doors

an obstinate blue balloon
half-turning no strings
not attached to or as a tenderer table

my dear friend protects me from what i see
by not moving or being moved

a tenderer table, my dear friend protects me
from what i see by not moving or being
cut into clouds while

suddenly, a pen

knife and another penknife

and tiptoeing ecology
turns deadly

which way is backward again? (i turn,
deadly)
am i allergic to perfect circles?

at least there must at least be
one way
around that

Work from Shifting Concepts: from Poem to Body

Elsewhere